Francis drags himself through the door, wanting nothing more than to get back to his apartment, maybe have a few drinks and go to bed- but thanks to the doppelganger infestation in town, he'd have to wait a bit for you to authenticate his ID and entry request.

He wasn't mad at you, necessarily, but he definitely wasn't a fan of this whole process.

"Hey, doorman..." He says, his voice slow and tired.